Friday, May 30, 2014

Look Where We Worship

"We all live in the city.

The city forms - often physically but inevitably
psychically - a circle. A Game. A ring of death
with sex at its center. Drive toward outskirts
of city suburbs. At the edge discover zones of
sophisticated vice and boredom, child prosti-
tution. But in the grimy ring immediately surround-
ing the daylight business district exists the only 
real crowd life of our mound, the only street
life, night life. Diseased specimens in dollar
hotels, low boarding houses, bars, pawn shops,
burlesques and brothels, in dying arcades which
never die, in streets and streets of all-night
cinemas."

From Jim Morrison's The Lords and The New Creatures Poems


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Balthus Rendered

By Kat Comer

Poised manniken, too indifferent for vanity.
Head cocked, a bird's leaded eyes
gaze vacantly into light illuminating
tits swinging upward with a mind of their own.
Such wings, anxious for flight
and the belly, a warm sphere
soaking up sun like a naval orange
belie the jaded face. 

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Glue and Wine

By Eric Peters

Glue and wine
Please show me that which lies behind
Thought and sickness
              always sickness
                          does sin and adultery infect us?
The King and the Land are one
These gifts are mists and skeletons
              What holds us up?
Truth sticks a knife in the eye
               Lines Tree branch bird(s) sing
                         Up again
                         Another day

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Hope

Print received as a gift; artist unknown
#314 by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity, 
It asked a crumb - of me.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Where Are They Now

Mrs. Sperry's Kindergarten Class, 1973, Irving Elementary School, Bozeman, MT

Monday, May 19, 2014

Song of Lorraine

"Broken Heart - Bleeding Heart" by Michael Boubin






By Matt Sise

I don't know what to say or where to start
All I know is that your tearin' up my heart
Half of me loves you; half of me hates you
I won't offend you and I won't berate you
I want to see you; I want to leave you
I could do without you but I really do need you
     I sing this son cause I'm thinking of Lorraine
     She brings me joy and she causes me pain

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Wall on Wall

A bedroom wall that used to exist at 10042 Farley Lane in Overland Park, KS

Sunday, May 4, 2014

A Meditation

Developed & Written by Kat Comer

To prepare for a short meditation, sit with your back as straight as is comfortable, supported by the back of your chair, with your feet flat on the floor.

Open your heart area, close your eyes or soften your gaze, and begin to relax.

Take a few deep breaths, filling your lungs with air. As you slowly exhale, relax your entire body as deeply and completely as you can. Let yourself melt into the chair.

Allow the healing flow of your breath to soothe and dissolve any pain, any fear, any preoccupations that may exist in your mind. Bathe in the smooth flow of your inhalations and exhalations.

Allow your breath to heal you.

Let go. Let go of everything. Let the whole conglomeration drop. 

In this silence, let yourself experience the presence of Pure Being. Immerse yourself in it. Saturate yourself in its flow.

Pure Being is your Essence. Let its energy envelop you, its peace sustain you and make you whole. Shine the light of love and acceptance into every part of your Being as you already are.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Friday, May 2, 2014

Autographs


Jerry O'Dwyer to Alex Lifeson: You're the best, man, you're the best.
Alex Lifeson to Jerry O'Dwyer: No, you're the best.
Power Windows Tour, Kemper Arena, KCMO

Thursday, May 1, 2014

May Day



WHITE CORAL BELLS
Author Unknown

White coral bells
   upon a slender stalk
Lillies of the valley
   line my garden walk
Oh don't you wish that you could
   hear them ring
That will happen only
   when the fairies sing